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Making Welfare Work 
By John Aston (jaston1@ix.netcom.com)

***

A young single mother turns to the wrong person in her
time of need. (MF, nc, blkmail)

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Sarah rushed around the tiny apartment, cleaning dust 
and dirt that only she could see. She knew in her head 
that the place was spotless, but she had always been a 
"neat freak" to begin with and this was just such an 
important day for her and little Cody. The on-site 
visit from social services was the last barrier to 
getting benefits for herself and her 6 month old. It 
was also the first time that she would meet the case 
worker assigned to her. 

The knock came at the door just after 3 o'clock. Cody 
just went to sleep in the bedroom, leaving Sarah with 
only the livingroom-diningroom-kitchen combination to 
entertain in. The sound at the door brought her running 
in an attempt to catch it before it woke the baby.

Standing in the hallway was the largest and, she 
couldn't help thinking, ugliest man she had ever met. 
Well over 6 feet tall with short unkempt black hair and 
the remains of teenage acne all over his flat face.

"Miss Collins? I'm Harold Roberts." 

Harold took in the sight of her. Maybe 5 feet 6 inches 
tall with shoulder length, curly, red hair. She had 
apparently not had any trouble getting her figure back 
after the pregnancy. Since what little he could see of 
it, through the conservative clothing that made up her 
wardrobe, was a dream come true.

"I assume that you were expecting someone today?"

"Yes, Mr. Roberts, come in and please call me Sarah."

After getting coffee for both of them, Sarah joined 
Harold, sitting in a chair across from him on the 
couch. The drinks and his briefcase sat on a small 
coffee table between them. 

Harold spread his reports in front of him. "Since I 
wasn't present at your interview, let's go over some of 
the basics of the case. Is it correct that the father 
is not involved and isn't supporting you at all?"

"Yes, when I told Jim I was pregnant he made the right 
sounds and then disappeared when I started to show. I 
was hoping that your office could help me track him 
down."

"It also says that you have no family support. Why is 
that when you have your mother listed as your next of 
kin?"

"My mother and I haven't been close since my father 
died 5 years ago, and it just got worse when she 
married my stepfather. When I had the baby it was the 
last straw. We haven't spoken since, and my being an 
only child, there just isn't anyone else."

Harold took all this in. Everything she said matched 
what was on the papers she filled out originally and 
what he had been able to check out on his own. Time to 
push a little more. 

"It may sound strange Sarah, but you're going to have 
to maintain that silence if you expect to obtain and 
keep your benefits. Any family contact at all, I'll 
have to assume is support and I'll have to terminate 
your benefits. You'll also be forced to pay back the 
full monetary amount already given. Do you understand?"

"Yes, believe me the furthest thing from my mind is 
talking to them."

"Now about the question of employment. You know of 
course, that some kind of job is required to prove your 
good faith."

"I was hoping that I would be able to stay at home with 
Cody. I've checked out all the day-care in the area and 
the few that have openings are going to cost more than 
I can make. There must be a way that I can stay at home 
until he starts school."

Sarah didn't want the desperation she was feeling to 
show though in her voice, but she was really at the end 
of her rope. She had allowed her pride to put off 
applying for welfare until it was to late. She simply 
had nothing to do. 

"Please, you don't understand. I don't have any money 
left. Nothing. It took most of my savings to move here 
and get into this place. The money I spent yesterday on 
food and diapers was the last of it. I'm already behind 
a month on the rent. Please help me."

Harold was in heaven. This was as good a situation as 
he had ever stumbled on. This woman was a real little 
hottie. Time to make it worse.

"Sarah, I talked to your landlord today before I came 
here. You do know that he is evicting you at the end of 
the month don't you?"

A lie, but it did what it was supposed to do. Sarah 
crumbled. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. 
Harold watched for a minute and enjoyed, anticipating 
the times to come.

"I hope you understand why I can't grant your benefits. 
But without any source of income I simply have no 
choice. I hope that if you find a job you will reapply 
when your penalty time is up."

Another lie, but again it did its job. Sarah's head 
jerked up. 

"What do you mean, penalty time?"

"Well, it's policy that if an applicant is turned down 
they cannot be reconsidered for at least 90 days."

Visions of her and Cody living on the street, the few 
belongings they owned in paper bags they carried along, 
filled her head. She didn't know what to say or do. 

"Please, there must be something that you can do. Help 
me!"

"Sarah, I've been doing this a long time. I hear hard 
luck stories all day long, 5, sometimes 6 days a week. 
If I bent the rules for all of them I would be in your 
shoes in a week."

"But my baby. There must be something you can do. I'll 
go out right now and find a job. I'll do anything but I 
have to take care of my baby!"

Harold let her stew for a long moment, watching and 
enjoying the tears streaming down her pretty face. This 
was the moment he was waiting for, the moment he lived 
for, anytime he got a case like this.

"If you want my help it will cost you. You'll have to 
pay for it, pay for it by being very nice to me. Don't 
say anything. If you want my help you'll do whatever I 
tell you with no arguments. If you don't agree, I'll 
simply leave you to fend for yourself. I don't really 
care one way or the other. You will stand up where you 
are and slowly take off all your clothes. While you do 
that I'm going to take some pictures. So look happy or 
the deal's off."

Sarah was stunned. Never in her 18 years had she had to 
do anything with a man that she didn't want. Indeed, 
she had only been with 3 men sexually at all. But 
looking into his face she saw no pity at all. 

Not knowing what else to do, Sarah stood up and pushed 
the chair back with her foot. She saw Harold pull an 
small digital camera out of his briefcase and it 
occurred to her that he might have planned this all 
along. She'd never had a chance. 

She'd welcomed into her home and served coffee to a man 
that had thought from the beginning to do this, and 
probably much more to her, before he was done. What she 
didn't understand was that Harold's plan would keep her 
doing things like this -- and a lot more -- for a very 
long time.

Sarah reached for the buttons on her blouse. As she did 
she remembered what he said about "looking happy". So 
with as pleasant a smile plastered on her pert little 
face Sarah took off her shirt. 

Herald took pictures as fast as the camera would allow. 
Twice he told her to slow down so that the camera 
didn't miss anything. Under the conservative blouse and 
slacks she wore a matching frilly white bra and panty 
set. Not satisfied to merely see her undress, Harold 
stopped her at her underwear and made her pose for him. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" She was in tears again 
after the 6th position. 

Harold looked at her with her arms folded behind her 
head, making her milk swollen breasts even more 
noticeable, and one leg up on the chair so that he 
could see tufts of bright red curls peeking from under 
the panties.

"Just because I can, you stupid bitch. Anyone as 
beautiful as you should know better than to put herself 
at a stranger's mercy. You deserve everything that I am 
going to give you. Now get the rest off, I'm getting 
anxious to see my new toys."

Sarah put her leg down and reached behind her back. The 
bra fell revealing her 36D breasts. Before she started 
nursing she was only a B-cup so her breasts looked even 
larger on her small frame. Sarah managed to look Harold 
in the eye, hoping that she would see some mercy there. 
But his eyes, when not behind the camera, were filled 
with lust. 

The best Sarah could hope for was that he would be 
gentle and finish quickly so he would leave. The 
panties dropped off the curve of her hips and fell to 
the floor. The thicket of pubic hair between her thighs 
was a bright contrast to the pale, slightly freckled 
skin of her creamy white torso. Harold pushed the 
coffee table from between them.

"Come here bitch. Stand right in front of me."

Sarah did as she was told, moving her hands to cover 
the exposed skin of her private areas. Sitting down, 
Harold's head was even with her soft breasts. It amused 
him that even after standing in front of him and 
stripping off her clothing she would cover herself to 
his gaze. But he wasn't there for a laugh and it was 
about time to teach her another lesson.

With a move so fast that Sarah didn't even see it 
coming Harold slammed a fist into her stomach. Then, as 
she doubled over he landed another one on her chin, 
flying her into the chair behind her. Harold just sat 
and took in the sight of her sprawled on the chair 
while Sarah sobbed and struggled to catch her breath. 
After about ten minutes she had recovered enough to 
talk.

"I don't care about the benefits. Get out of my house!"

"This isn't about benefits anymore, whore. What do you 
think the penalty will be for trying to bribe me for my 
signature with these pictures of yourself?"

"B-but you took the pictures."

"No, when I turned down your benefits you tried to 
bribe me. Do you know that is 3 years, minimum, in 
prison. How do you think your kid will like 3 years of 
foster homes? Gee, I might even lose his placement 
records and not be able to find him for you when you 
get out... Now get over here and keep the arms down."

Sarah saw how well everything was planned. With no 
other options she got out of the chair and walked over 
to Harold. He spent a long time just looking at her. No 
one, not even a doctor or a lover had looked at her so 
close. 

Embarrassment was joining anger and her face and chest 
flushed to a beautiful rose color. Then he began 
touching her. Reaching up, he started at her face and 
neck, but soon was caressing the soft skin of her 
breasts. Pinching her nipples he found that he could 
draw out milk. Then as it ran over her breasts and down 
her stomach he bent to lick it up. 

"Mmmm, sweet. I didn't plan on you feeding me while I 
was here, but it's a welcome bonus."

Then, using her nipples as handles, he grasped them 
both with his forefingers and thumbs and pulled her 
closer to him. Tears sprang again to her eyes and she 
had no choice but to move closer, now standing directly 
in front of him. Sarah closed her eyes as he brought 
his face to her breast, but she couldn't help but feel 
it, as his lips locked around her left nipple and drew 
it into his mouth. 

He drank greedily for a few minutes until she worked up 
the courage to ask him to save some for the baby. He 
complied but only because she had reminded him that the 
child was there in the next room and would probably 
wake soon. So, pulling his head back, he turned his 
attention to other matters.

There were just a few stretch marks on her stomach, on 
the skin above her pubic area, but somehow it added to, 
instead of detracting from, her beauty. Then there was 
the tangle of bright red hair below. 

Harold was close enough to get small a whiff of her 
natural aromas, and he made a big show of it, adding to 
her humiliation. Sarah felt his hands start at her 
ankles and make there way slowly up her calves to her 
thighs. Then they moved around her to her buttocks. One 
hand squeezed while the other wormed in between to play 
with her asshole. He kept his eyes on hers while he did 
so, and she knew it was just to add to misery by 
showing her that he could and would do anything that he 
wanted. He moved his hands back to the front and still 
holding her eyes with his, began to caress her crotch.

"Keep your eyes open, bitch, and spread your legs for 
me."

Tears ran down her cheeks and she did what she was 
told, moving her legs about 8 inches apart.

"More, you stupid whore, can't you see how big my 
fingers are? I need a lot of room to work with."

Sarah complied, her feet now about 2 feet apart. His 
gaze left her eyes now to view the treasure below. 
Using the thumbs of each hand, he spread apart the hair 
to uncover her labia. Then after pausing to look at his 
prize for a moment he bent forward. Sarah felt his lips 
touch her most private part and then his tongue. 

Oral sex was not something that she did regularly with 
her boyfriends back home, and then never on her. Having 
him do this to her made her feel like a thing instead 
of a person, a possession, which is exactly how he 
wanted her to feel. Pulling his head away from her now 
spit soaked labia, Harold again caught her eyes with 
his. Then he slowly inserted one, two, and finally 
three thick fingers into her vagina. 

Digging his fingernails into the walls of skin 
enveloping his invading digits, Harold enjoyed the look 
of agony that possessed her delicate features and the 
barely stifled scream. After several minutes of 
exploring and pumping inside her, Harold removed his 
fingers and leaned back on the couch.

"Okay, whore, I've shown what I can do. Now it's your 
turn. Get down here and take out your new playthings."

"Please, there must be another way. I'll move away, 
I'll get a job and pay you."

"Bitch, I'm getting right now the only things you have 
to pay me with. But don't worry, I've got plans for 
your future employment. But for now I want to see how 
good that mouth of yours is."

Sarah sank down to her knees in front of him and 
unfastened his belt and pants. With another look from 
Harold she reached into the opening and felt for his 
cock. The teenager couldn't believe what she felt in 
there! Gently pulling his member from his pants she 
estimated it to be at least 10 inches long and too far 
around for the fingers on one of her hands to wrap all 
the way around and touch together. Never in her limited 
experience had she seen a man's penis even close to 
this size.

"If you just sit there 1 more second I am going to slap 
you across the room. Now get sucking."

Sarah bent her head over his lap and began to suck him 
as best she could. Remembering what past boyfriends 
liked, she spent a couple of minutes licking the shaft 
and balls. Then she took the head into her mouth, 
desperately hoping that if she got him off then he 
might leave her home. But no matter how hard she tried 
she just couldn't get much more than the crown inside. 
Harold noticed her problem.

"What's the matter cunt? You need some help?" That 
said, he put his hands on the back of her head and 
started to push her down. But in that position even he 
couldn't get more than half in. Then Harold had a flash 
of brilliance.

He pulled her body around so that they were in a kind 
of 69 position, Sarah was bent a little backwards 
because he wasn't laying down, only leaning back. It 
put a tremendous strain on her back and neck, but 
Harold didn't care, as long as she was in the position 
to give him the most pleasure. Now he forced the rest 
of his cock into her mouth and down her throat, making 
her struggle for every bit of air on his backstrokes. 

He also got the bonus of being able to eat out her 
fresh little pussy some more. Harold was so worked up 
by this time that he didn't last ten minutes. After he 
filled her mouth and throat with his cum, Sarah tried 
to take her head from his crotch, but Harold just held 
on until he started to recover some of his former size 
and excitement.

"Good, little cocksucker, there might be hope for you 
yet. Now climb up onto the saddle here and lets go for 
a ride."

The broken young woman moved around so that she was 
sitting on his lap, facing him.

Grasping her hips with his hands, Harold showed her 
that he wanted her to rub her spit moistened cunt up 
and down against his semi-hard dick. Moving her cunt 
against his manhood, Sarah could feel him regaining his 
former size and hardness. Then after he was sure that 
she had the rhythm that he wanted, Harold took his 
hands from her waist and grasped the sides of her head. 
He slowly pulled her head towards his.

"I'm a little upset that you haven't thanked me for all 
the help that I'm giving you. The least you could do is 
give me a nice sloppy kiss for going so far out of my 
way to grant your benefits. Oh, and I like a lot of 
tongue, and rub your tits against me while you do it."

Sarah could barely even think. Here she was being 
molested by this man in her own house and he just kept 
demanding more and more from her. She almost threw-up 
on him then, but the thought of what he might do to her 
kept the bile down. Moving with his hands, she pressed 
her sweet lips against his. Then, as he opened his 
mouth, she did hers and felt his tongue enter between 
her teeth. It moved around, touching everywhere, and 
playing with her tongue. Again she felt the urge to 
vomit, but stifled it. As his tongue withdrew, he 
sucked hers into his mouth. 

They kissed for several minutes until she felt him 
reach for her breasts and begin to mercilessly pinch 
her sensitive nipples. Sarah screamed into his mouth. 
Then she remembered that she was supposed to be rubbing 
against him. As she started moving her chest on his, he 
stopped pinching her and jerked open his shirt so that 
he could feel her movements better. 

This continued for what seemed to Sarah a lifetime, 
until she noticed that the already large bulge that her 
crotch was rubbing against had finished growing. If 
anything it was bigger than before, and the poor 
teenager had no idea how she would fit it all in her, 
as that was surely the next thing that he would demand. 
As if he were reading her mind, Harold finally pushed 
her face away from his.

"Now, sit up straight bitch. Go ahead and put my cock 
in your pussy, I want to be done before the brat wakes 
up and breaks my concentration. But that doesn't mean 
you have to hurry. I want to feel every inch going in."

"Please no, let me suck you again. You'll enjoy it, 
I'll make it good for you."

Harold didn't even answer her. He just reached both 
hands up to her breasts and grabbed her nipples again, 
this time not just pinching, but twisting too. Sarah 
let out a shriek loud enough to wake the baby. 

"See what you did, bitch? Now I got to listen to that. 
You better get to work before it gets hysterical in 
there."

Sarah reached down between her legs and guided his huge 
prick to the entrance of her tunnel, then slowly 
pressed down on it. The invader was so big in her tight 
vagina that every painful inch felt like losing her 
virginity all over again. It took her several minutes 
to take it all. During that time Harold amused himself 
by pulling her red pubes out one at a time. 

Once it was all in she relaxed a bit until the sound of 
the baby's cries penetrated the fog that had enveloped 
her. As the sounds grew louder to her they had the same 
results that they would have at any other time. Her 
breasts began to swell as her milk dropped and the 
abused nipples began to leak milk. All this didn't 
escape Harold's notice and he suckled, alternating 
between her breasts until he felt his orgasm building.

"Here we go whore. Faster, faster! Agghhh!" Harold 
grabbed her and held her nude body against his while he 
bucked against her as glob after glob of his white cum 
filled her. "Oh god that feels good!"

When he regained his breath he pushed her upright and 
pulled out of her. 

"Are you done with me now? Please leave me alone and 
let me be with my baby."

Harold couldn't hold back a laugh. He grabbed her head 
and drew her face to his. "Done with you? I haven't 
even started. From now on you're mine. You'll do what I 
want, when I want, and how I want or I will make sure 
that you never see your baby again. I'll be here 
tomorrow at about 3 o'clock. You better be waiting here 
for me or I'll swear out a warrant for you and put you 
away. Oh, and I'll probably bring a friend or two with 
me, so make sure you look good."

Harold dressed and walked Sarah, naked and dazed, to 
the door with him.

"So, how does it feel to have a full-time job? Bye, 
bitch."

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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